The Irish standard., 1887-10-08
ss73 AMROCKS FROM ERIN.
;.9.E1,ANUs MANHOOD sHALLN0 N0TD1E

2FL FI,LAND's MANHOOD SHALL NOTD
Over all the heavens be
Tints Of blue and clouds OF gold;
Sunshine linlns the shore and sea,
Silver lake and winsone void;
There is gladness in the heart,
OF each fragrant summer t1ow'r,
While Appollo's arrows dart.
Fay-like, over grot and bow'r;
Mountains smile upon the vail,
And each valley greets The skies
Where the isle Of innisfai!
In its ocean cradle lies.
Yet the olden curses brood,
Rayen-like, npon the strand,
Where the weeds Of widOwhood
Symbolic q stricken land;
Sunshine gilds q hapiess shore,
Skies look down on guilt end shame,
Wrong doth triumph eycrmore--
Wrapped within & living flame.
Where be charity and love?
Gone where wraiths OF l,hantcms go!
Though the heavens smile above.
Ears. is sad ana darl. below.
For the roof ftrees, one by one,
Ea!l beneath the spoilers hand;
Ee bath lit the midnight dun
Win the faeh OF burning brand!
In his writ tilrrt, il Il !laW---
Ge can waste Zach ycrsiant field,
For DC acts within, the law
And tDe law-ii * bis shield!
Aartl his heart as granite stone
Deaf his cars TO mercy g wstll
For the h0mesteads, over thrown,
just 10 mark his g:,ast!y trail!
HCnrd you no: the Outc&sts 9 cry,
Like oanshce ii!ful moan,
Rush uloug the n4AGd' ming Sky
Wake the nlOunlains ccnOes lOlc!
Sew sou not his fouGes, dreams
Slain like victims at his tcet!
Aud distractions lurid gleaEs
Fold him in thei.' winding sheet2
While MS cot III ruins fell,
AND bis uhlit.vel, soJted for bread,
And lie wife he ]cycij so we'll
DEC, upon q Ecvur bed.
Tei, @ God. what was his Sin
That he should bc punished so?
II mad 40 bread to win,
For Tie alien willei it. mol"
He hal tuilod ass few cu;!ld TOLL
La he'd like galley to the mould:
Hc aud iil;!l the barren soil,
Turning all it's weeds &c gold
Goli to g.1t the landlords chest,
Gold 10 safe the landlords whilns,
While the famine burned his breast.
And the chains clanked OH his limbs.
Pity through The cyciiCg suns
IS there none Tor such as we?
Arc these },rdlings worse than Huns
IN their :,riln iarbaritF!
Huns were uiercit-u ht,tilDcs
Mild their viutoric;; cate;
These but wade through endless crimes
With the sc!i.salne endless hate:
They wo,l}u nitSe each lite IL wreck,
They wni,lG! make each home tomb
Planting :}i 3 nation S neck
Stately birch and cedar trees
Crown The wil1crnvsses rnde;
shall olr ts,Wcr5, ike to those.
Frown upon a soiirude?
Shall our once eNultant waves
S;hltlder on a speeches. strnud?
Shall our isle DC strewu with graves,
And y desert he: the land2
Shall We fade away aud Iic
There where iirst we saw Gods light
EcaSinw hopes expiring sigh
In the needless ears Of night?
Fun, ana Coon. and Da'hi brave,
Brian. Hugh and Owen hoe,
From nnc,l consecrated grave
Proudly. loudly answer "fSo:'
AS or fathers wore are We
Quick OF nerve and strong OF faith,
Battling for our liberty
In the very jaws OF death.
Ku0ilcss cots, wrongs new ond Old,
Bo the bcacous that must guide
Souls Of fire ANA heroes hDld
On TO stem The stormy tide
Ircluld's manhood must not die
Ercl,.nd's heart is throbbing stitl;
Hopes and dreanls go drifting bv,
Yet we're anchored on our will
Eraye To meet the rudest shock,
Litadelicd upon the steep,
Ficmer than the ERNEST rock
Ircuchct' within the mighty deep?
Though her blood flows, rs riil
Foams &down the mountains !1gh,
Ireiand'S heart is throbbing still
Irelan.i's manhood shall not Gle!
Eugene Davis. in Cork Examiner.
ANTRIM.
and faction-ridden Belfa'
q hcoo ,Yriotor of iotn tho,, for man